Page 42 of Stolen Vows

I grind my teeth together and take a deep breath to calm myself, but the motion shifts her tight, wet heat around my cock, and I teeter on the edge of losing control again.Her sharp inhale and attempt to free her hands snap me into action.I pull her wrists to the front of my suit.

“Unbutton my shirt,” I demand.

She balls her hands into fists and wedges her heel against my hip as though to push away.

“No.Get it out of me,” she says through gritted teeth.

I release her leg, cup her breast, and pinch her nipple.She gasps and writhes.I groan and pull her balled hands tighter against my chest as her pussy flutters around me.

“You have two options, little one.Refuse me and I’ll fuck you nonstop for the next three days or take off my clothes and I’ll let you rest all day tomorrow,” I say.

“Why won’t you take it out?”she whimpers.

“I will after you strip me,” I amend.

She trembles and commands my full attention with wide, sky-blue eyes.

“Promise?”

She could rip my commitment to shreds with a single look.Even with my emotions in check, she steals a tiny sliver of my heart with her doll-like perfection.

“Will you believe me if I say yes?”I growl.

“I… I want to.”She shudders.

Her response isn’t what I expect, so I study her with as unbiased eyes as I can manage.

With every fiber of her being, she strains to escape the monstrosity lodged inside her.Her blown pupils and tear-streaked temples attest to her distress.

The sheen of sweat covering her body glistens in the evening sun streaking through the windows.

In my haste, I didn’t turn on the bedroom light, but the curtains open and close on the same timer as the main lights.

“Why?I’m a traitor according to your father, aren’t I?”I snarl.

Disgust twists her fingers.

“Don’t mention him while we’re like this.It’s gross,” she says.

I concede, even if her overreaction seems childish.

“What’s your decision,paperotta?Undress me or spend the next three days on my cock.”

She swallows and closes her eyes, and for a moment, vicious glee rises in me as I imagine all the debauched ways I can enjoy her body over the next seventy-two hours, but she loosens her fists and hooks her fingers into my lapels.

“I’ll do it.Let my hands go,” she says with tons of bitterness heaped into her tone.

I chuckle and tweak her nipple.She squeaks and jerks.

“That wasn’t specified in our deal.Figure it out,mia moglie.”

Panic widens her eyes before mutiny overtakes her expression.

I tilt my hips.She fights my grip on her wrists, wriggling our joined bodies.

Her gasp as my tip prods sensitive organs is enough to swell my pride to bursting.

I enjoy teasing her nipples and kneading her ample breasts for a few minutes, slowly rebuilding the fire in my veins as she tries to break my grip by force.When she realizes how futile it is, she sobs in frustration and shuts down, closing her eyes and turning her focus inward.